Summary: Reality or strange dream? Or maybe
just hidden fantasies? Who knows…

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star
Trek. I borrowed a small part from it, to write this. The story is mine and
only fanfiction - no moneymaking or offence of copyrights intended.

If you are under age, please stay away. If
you have a problem with m/m-relations and -sex - sorry, you've picked the wrong
story for your entertainment. Please be patient with any errors - English is
not my native language.

Bondage
by Lady Charena
September 2000

Strong fingers closed around his wrist in a steelclamp-like grip (not that he
really did anything to free himself) as *he* hauled him to his feet. The hand
freed him and a curt gesture showed him to the bed. Not a single word had been
spoken between the two of them since his arrival. He could hear his own
heartbeat, a dull rap in his chest, as he crossed the room. His mouth was dry
in the heated air and his throat felt raw.

He felt the *other’s* eyes burning into his back and his bare skin crawled in
anticipation. As he arrived at the bed, for a moment he hesitated. It seemed
somehow... intimidating in the low lights of the room. Big - with nearly room
for four people. Round - somehow like a dark, bottomless pool. He reached out
and touched the dull shining sheets - cool and smooth...

He felt the presence of the *other* behind him - but without actually touching
*him*. The knot in his chest swelled a little more, made breathing difficult.
He didn't know why... did he feel fear or anticipation?

Two strong hands came onto his shoulders and pushed him down - until he knelt
on the bed, his back to the *other*. One of the hands freed his shoulder and
slid into his short hair, pulling his head back. Lips came down on his, opened
his mouth to make room for a demanding tongue. But after a too short time the
curt kiss ended and he was pushed back onto the bed, to lay breathless down on
his side. *He* came next to him on *his* knees. One hand on his shoulder, he
was turned onto his back.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, fighting down a hot rush of sudden panic...
and arousal - and against the instinctive drive to get up and run away as long
as it was still possible. The look on his face must have given him away,
because his arms were pushed back over his head, a hand covering both his
wrists, holding him immobile. He opened his eyes to see the *other* taking a
broad leatherstrip from the pocket of *his* robe. His hands were securely bound
and fastened above his head in less then a minute's time.

The soft leather laid snug across his wrists, but without actually cutting into
the tender flesh. His eyes seemed to be glued to the *other*. The same hands,
which bounded him only a minute before so expertly, slid now to the belt of the
robe, tearing it loose, tearing it off. The dark material felt away, sliding
slowly acrossthe thin shoulders and
down. With an impatient shrug the *other* shed *his* robe totally and let it
fall onto the floor - *his* arousal now clearlyshowing. *His* eyes travelled down the length of the bound figure
on the bed.
Then *his* hands came down on the others chest, *his* fingers squeezing deep in
the yielding flesh, *his* mouth swallowing the soft moan, coming over his lips.

Sharp teeth closed around his upper lip
and he screamed, tasting his own blood.

*His* mouth closed around a erect nipple, biting hart down, creating a hot rush
of pain in his chest - but the hand on his belly held him steady as he
squirmed. His rasping breath was the only sound breaking through the complete
silence of the room.

So defenseless now... in the hands of another... in *his* hands. Vulnerable.
Powerless. Shameless... It scared him. It aroused him more, as he had believed
it possibly would arouse him. Fingers closed around his chin. And needing no
more hints, he opened his mouth to take *him* in. His lips closed for a moment
around the head of
the erect cock, sliding quickly down the smooth shaft. With every lap of his
tongue on *his* flesh, he felt himself becoming increasingly aroused. But the
*other* didn't care, didn't touch him. Two hands around his face - holding his
head immobile, as the *other* started to thrust in earnest into his mouth,
nearly gagging him...

It didn't take long.

The *other* held him hard and he had to swallow, as the slightly bitter gush
filled his mouth.
Then *he* left him, laying there, trembling, helpless. "Please..." It
was the first word between the two of them, cutting like a knife through the
silence. "Please." Now he was demanding his relief - and it was
granted. Hot
fingers closed around his screaming erection and he started to come...

* * * * *

Swallowing the scream, he woke.
He tried and could move his arms, touching his wrist in silent wonder. The skin
wasn't either tender or raw, like he had actually expected. But it had felt
real enough... The sheet beneath him was damp with sweat, but not
sticky with semen like in his dream - on the contrary, he *was* painful hard.
For some long moments Jim Kirk starred at the ceiling, slowing down his
heartbeat and the trembling. His throat was dry and raw - as if the screaming
part had been real. He swallowed - it was unusual hot in his quarters.

Sliding off the last shreds of the dream, he looked around the strange room.
Then he remembered. Of course! It was Spock's quarters - he had been too
exhausted after their lovemaking to return to his own. Now he felt the
nearness of the Vulcan and settled to study the sleeping figure of his lover.

Spock was laying on his side, his back
turned to the human, wrapped all over with blankets. And not being really
helpful in Jim's present state...

Without hesitation he slipped back under the covers, to spoon his body neatly
to his Vulcans. His mouth drawing an imaginary line across from one shoulder to
the other.

Spock stirred, lifting his head to look at
him. His eyes were almost black and a little sleepy.

"Do you mind my waking you?"

The Vulcan shook his head, snuggling back to him.

The cool tip of a tongue dipped into the depths of his ear and Jim earned
asoft moan.

"Spock?" he whispered in one pointed ear. "I had a really crazy
dream. Do you think there are any leather strips aboard this ship...?"